When Jake and I first got married, one of the first questions people often asked us was where we went for our honeymoon. We always told them we hadn’t gotten around to it yet. That’s still what we say, and I suspect that will never change. We talked about a honeymoon, and something about it made me feel uneasy. A honeymoon is supposed to be the best, most romantic trip that you ever go on together, the most passionate adventure of your marriage. I didn’t like the idea that we might go on a trip together, a great vacation, then get home and think to ourselves that the best was behind us. We’ve gone on several wonderful trips together, but we haven’t called any of them our honeymoon. If we put off our honeymoon forever, the best is always yet to come. Read More
On Sunday Jake and I took an impromptu drive to the town of Cedar Key, Florida. It’s a tiny coastal town that Jake’s parents recommended to us as a nice place to spend a relaxing day walking around. Jake’s parents love to travel; in fact they’ve just finished a cross country trip in their huge RV. They’ve also been living and traveling in Florida for quiet some time so it’s only natural that we get our best travel advice from them. And they were right about Cedar Key. Read More
This is the second post of our series about our anniversary trip to Savannah. Read about Day 1.
On our second morning we stumbled out of our bedroom and were greeted by our Airbnb host Sue, who offered us some hot tea. She made us a breakfast of vegetable frittatas served with corn tortillas and roasted brussels sprouts and tomatoes (she said the tomatoes were just to give it a little color). Sue was a great cook, and if I lived closer to her I would probably start a food blog starring her. While we ate we told her about our plans for the day and she told us where we could get free parking. Read More
This is the first post in our two part series about our anniversary vacation. (View the second day here)
Between shooting and editing photographs and publishing our blog, we’d been working pretty hard for a couple months. When our second anniversary rolled around last week we were more than ready for a vacation. On our drive down to Florida in April we passed by Savannah on the highway and Jake told me what a beautiful city it was. I told him I’d never been there, and we decided that we should make a road trip out of it. So last Monday we got up early and drove north to Georgia to celebrate two years together.
Jake and I made reservation on Airbnb — an amazing site that allows you to travel and explore the world while staying with locals. When we traveled for a month in China a year and half ago, we used quiet a few similar services, resulting in tons money saved and putting us in prime locations for sight-seeing. We were eager to try Airbnb back in the states, however our first stay in New York City didn’t go as well - our bed sheets weren’t cleaned and our location in Brooklyn was too small and isolated — *hint* we were too cheap with our selections :). Well, Jake and I still love adventure and still love to trust in the good nature of most people out there, this time we gave it another shot. We learned from our past mistakes, here are a few things we did to pick out a good host:
1. We picked a location that’s close to one of our sight-seeing locations — our Airbnb host is only a 5 minute drive from downtown or the famous Bonaventure Cemetary. Also only 20 minutes from the beach.
2. We picked a female host. No offense but we sorta lost faith in 20 something single male type of renters out there to supply us with clean linens. Our Savannah host Sue, not only provided us with a clean room, she even cleaned our room, folded my scattered-around clothing while we were out.
3. Reviews. We learned to read more into the reviews. Are the positive reviews mostly left by couples, by single males, or by females? Just because a host got tons of reviews doesn’t mean it’s the right fit for you. When we checked at Sue’s Airbnb page, she had tons of reviews from female travelers and couples and they mostly commended on her based on her cooking and quietness of the place, (well, the cooking is a totally unexpected bonus).
4. Always email the host before booking. Jake sent out a quick email to Sue before booking, she very kindly replied to our questions. Any host that won’t be a good host will take a long time or will neglect your email.
Anyhow, for weeks leading up to our trip, I’d been sneaking in research sessions on Pinterest, planning the trip between mountains of work — I actually had a melt down the night before our trip, haha, I was crying in the office saying “too much work … I’m tired” and Jake held my hand and listened to my whining then kissed my hand told me “well, you know what … We are going on a three day vacation starting tomorrow morning!” — I read somewhere that, for one to succeed in business one has to do 10 years of hard work without being heard. There, the night before our two year wedding anaversiery I thought, if it takes ten years for our photo studio to become known, that’s ten years of hard work. If it really takes that long, then I’m glad I’m doing it with Jake.
Because our stay was very short and there was so much to see, I wanted to make sure we didn’t just do all the tourist stuff but saw places and events that would create memories in our hearts. I also went on Groupon to look for local deals in Savannah. There happened to be a Groupon for this Amazing-Race-themed cellphone game called Crazy Dash, we thought it would be fun to play and explore the city before our check-in time. It’s sort of like a scavenger hunt for locations in a city. It’s only supposed to take an hour or so to finish, but we tended to meander a bit, taking photos and walking in and out of shops, this way got our most touristy stuff done in a novel, gamified way.
Time to check in. Our hostess was a woman named Sue who rents out two rooms in her house through airbnb. She has two cats named Thumbelina and Edward. Thumbelina is the big furry one, Edward is the playful one. Before arriving Sue asked us whether we were going to join her for dinner. I’d read comments on Airbnb saying that she loves to cook for her guests, but I wasn’t expecting special treatment and wasn’t sure if we had to pay for our meals, but when she asked us about our dinner plans, I told her Jake and I were both exhausted and would love a home made meal. It turns out that everything was included. After we arrived at Sue’s place, she showed us around her house, and asked us where we needed to go. I excitedly said “Bonaventure Cemetary” — because it’s literally right down the street. Sue told us the place closes at 5pm and we can freshen up, rest a little then go. “Dinner will be at 6pm.” Somehow it’s so nice to hear that simple sentence when traveling away from home — to know that after a day of walking around we can kick off our shoes and relax over a homemade meal.
Even though it was still hot outside, Sue’s house was very quiet and very relaxing. We put our bags away and freshened up a bit, waiting for the sun to cool down so we ccould head to Bonaventure. We lounged on Sue’s beautiful patio where Jake did a little blogging and I took some photos.
The Bonaventure Cemetery is famous for its beautiful statues, long rows of monuments, and spooky moss covered trees. Of course it wasn’t very spooky in the afternoon sun, but Jake still tried to use lighting tricks to make the statues look a little more foreboding. I was really looking forward to the cemetery after seeing pictures on Pinterest, but I must admit that it felt weird using the site as a photography backdrop. I didn’t like the thought of some future photographer posing their model over my own grave, so we were careful to tread lightly. Bonaventure closes at five pm, and by quarter of we were getting pretty hungry and we knew that we had a home cooked meal waiting for us, even though we were away from home.
Sue was planning on making roasted chicken for us and her other guest, but since we mentioned in an email that we were vegetarians, she made a big dish of baked rice and beans with melted cheese on top just for us, we also ate roasted veggies with her popular homemade spice mix. Her dishes are very Latin-fusion, and she showed Jake how to properly set up a table that was fun to watch! Then, as an afterthought, she made some homemade spicy hummus out of chili beans, and served it with crackers as a side dish . Seriously! Our rental fee shouldn’t have been enough to cover the three wonderful restaurant quality meals alone. She needs to raise her prices! Or maybe, as she says, she just really enjoys cooking for her guests. She certainly got a lot of applause.
We talked to Sue for a while and she told us about her experiences renting her rooms out and about some of the interesting people she had met from all over the world. She also told us about her own travels, and I went to bed thinking about all the other cities I want to visit someday with Jake.
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On Tuesday there is a Farmer’s Market in the Waterfront District of Gulfport. I’ve loved this place ever since Jake’s parents introduced us to this place a few years ago (during one of our wintery visits). With all that’s been happening with our new home and business, we’ve been forgetting to get out and enjoy ourselves once in a while. Well at the beginning of this week I marked my calendar and Jake and I took off for Gulfport. It’s a beautiful place to walk around, with plenty of shade on the sidewalks. Read More
I was beginning to regret our decision to walk to Lige. The road from our hotel to the small lakeside village ran along the steep slope of a dusty mountain, bustling with traffic and littered with small stones which occasionally tumbled from above, coming to rest on the cracked pavement. The heights made Dannie nervous, and the sun beating down on was burning our skin.
I got up early to check the news. It was a cool Autumn morning, but the sunlight shining through the walls of our tent told me that it would be a warm day. I climbed out of my sleeping bag, got dressed and told Dannie I was heading into town. She mumbled something and rolled over. Read More
The Grand Buddha of Leshan towered over us, hundreds of feet tall, his giant head haloed by the afternoon sun. We were surrounded by people, hundreds of them, maybe thousands in the Leshan Buddha Park, and more in the tour boats in the river behind us. At an alter in front of the statue, Chinese tourists waited with uncharacteristic patience to kneel and offer a prayer before moving on. Read More
We had a list of photographs to take in New York City. We’d gotten the Statue of Liberty at Sunset. We’d gotten Times Square at night. Tonight was the city skyline from the top of Rockefeller Center. Read More
“If you want the van to stop, just yell ‘ting'” Dannie said.
I repeated it back to her, “Tin?”
“No, ting.”
“Ok, got it.” I didn’t have it at all. Read More
